Quotes About Life

Loyalty never put blood back in a man's veins.

Death is the dance of Life.

Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.

Death Laughs In The Faces Of Clocks

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

Selfishness is one of the most destructive forces in man that is why life demands for its death.

Some of us -" She paused as she sought the words. " - don't die unless we want to. The selfish ones never do.

Our life is a series of moments. Let them all go. Moments. All gathering towards this one.

I am Josephine Darly, and I intend to live forever.

Jumping out of a perfectly good air plane is like driving through life without a good set of brakes.

I've diagnosed myself and discovered I have a limited 'life span' you can do this to. Then live life to its fullest in everything you do!

One life, One love, One breath, One people, One chance to make a difference. If we are not one in LIFE we surely will be one on DEATH.

We are bound to expireEven metal which is sturdiest, Rusts.Even oxygen, the breath of life, Soon transpires.8/6/11 -Luis Medina

I'm sucking on a cancer stick trying to think of something inspiring to say to help someone have a better life. That's "Irony".

I do not fear death.I fear dying incomplete

Death is a part of life. It is inevitable. It is not to be feared

It was all written. When life is going to be breathed into you, and when it's going to be taken away. Each person's mission on earth is pre-planned.

Either a man goes and hangs himself, and then he hangs sure enough, and he'll have his reasons for it, or else he goes on living and then he has only living to bother himself with. Simple enough.

Life and Death, is like walking in a long bridge. Starts in one site and ends on other side. For example, younger people walk fast than old people .

Whilst I have no control over when or where that will be (death) ~ what I do have control over is the way I choose to live whilst my body is working well and my mind is capable of great things.

Someday you won't ever be seen again, but until then, make everyday an adventure.

Mourn for the living, the dead have got their camphor gardens.

She listens to the delicate fluttering of sparrows' wings, tiny messengers. The sound reminds her of life - struggling, beating, rising, flying, and now dissolving into space.

I am just a leaf. Just a leaf falling from the tree so that a new bud may grow.